Wheeling Gull Isle all hail king neptune

The storm had passed and day broke, but the world remained bleak and colorless.

The churning waters had fallen into a peaceful quiet, and Tiamat woke to foam crawling between her toes. One eye parted to observe the nondescript morning, and shortly after the other followed. A lazy yawn was how she greeted the hour, a string of saliva stretching to a thin sliver until her jaws slammed shut to make an appreciable sound. Spittle clung to the margins of her lips as she rose to a stand, staring into the horizon broken by the island.

Tiamat glanced back for an instant, noting the state of the Cape she stood. Before returning to the potential corpse that might await her, she inspected the dry land behind her for a moment. The storm had not gone inland, but traveled on the fringes of the shoreline. It was past the inlets that the ocean fed by now. Which meant some time had passed.

The corpse would not yet stink of the fate that befell it, though. And the body, she thought, might not even be there, if the ocean swept upon the lone patch of land. The thing would likely have became shark-bate after all, she imagined, the shadow of a smirk pressed upon the corner of her lip. But she sobered up and prolonged her days activity no longer, trotting into the water and paddling through the smooth waters at as fast a clip she could manage. Tiamat knew what lurked in the deep. She was an adept swimmer, but no match for the things that lurked around her, beneath or beside her.

Tiamat shook her waterlogged body that had been weightless in the water but heavy, again, on land. The island looked to be in a good state. But before exploring it, and finding out the others fate, she combed the shoreline for things the waves had tossed from its depths. Nothing significant. Inedible jellyfish that would still sting. Stingrays. Many fish danced in the shallows, ripe for the taking... and she heard the noxious bark of seal, or one of its brethren. Perhaps they had taken shelter here.

As she neared the woodwork, Tiamat looked for a distinct line upon it that would reveal to her if it had emerged from water. None that she could note. Interesting. But then who would better tell her than the certainly there--or not there--body of her vellein? Scullion, she had said. Tiamat had half a thought to have the wolf she would host do the beachcombing for her... but if the other had survived this, well, in essence it was due to her own gracious hospitality, was it not? She deserved more than a mere scullion for her good deed.

But Tiamat did not howl for the other. She moved through the foreign territory, wondering if she would discover the other within it.